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Who would Have thought I would have woken before the sun on a Sunday morning, especially when I hadn’t been out all night? Woke up with a stabbing pain in my left knee, the pain is not unusual in that knee, but being woken by it is. One of my best friends is suffering pain in the same location, maybe my knee is going out in sympathy with hers?

It was foggy this morning, after all it is Spring and the weather is beginning to improve; forecast for Melbourne today is 31°C. Can’t see Melbourne from here, but it will most likely reach and pass that anyway. Most of the fog has burned off now and it is warming up quickly, should be a beautiful day.

So, what does one do when awake so early on a Sunday morning? Can’t go out and mow the grass, don’t think the neighbours would appreciate me revving up the ride-on or the whipper-snipper before they are out of bed had had their morning coffees. So, TV it is.

Fortunately I have Foxtel, good and bad. Good because there are many more channels than free to air, bad because there are many more channels with nothing to watch! After flicking through for a few minutes I landed on one of the movie channels, a kids film, well I am guessing it was a kids film, Paper Planes, has just started. I had never heard of it, even though it was released last year. An Aussie production I’d give it a go for 5 or 10 minutes, it would either be shockingly terrible, or reasonably good, well enough to say it isn’t a bad movie.

Anyway, back to why I am sharing this with you. I’m not going to review the movie. I am not even sure how to put this into words, the movie got to me. if there was a minute that I didn’t have tears in my eyes I’d be amazed. Don’t ask me why, I am not really not sure. There were moments where I completely lost it. I wanted to stop watching but I couldn’t.

Since my dad lost his battle with cancer 5 years ago I have struggled even more so than in the past with parent-children relationships. Granted, I am not the first, nor will I be the last to watch a parent slowly and painfully succumb to cancer. Unfortunately for me it was shit icing on the crap cake, it compounded other things I had been through and witnessed in the several years leading up to dads death.

The main character in the movie, a 12 year old boy, is watching his dad slide into depression due to the death of the mother/wife. Fortunately the characters dad survives.

I guess you either understand where I am coming from with this or not. Really cannot explain it any more at the moment as I am beginning to lose it again. Need to face the real world in a couple of hours, need to go and feed my crazy bird and his mates that are making more noise than the mower probably would have and keep moving forward, for today at least, for too much responsibility is sitting on my shoulders for the next 36 hours…